“Give it... give it back to me.” Steven Reed squeezed his eyes shut, his face deathly pale as he spoke.

Although this treasure could only be used for a few days—otherwise his brother Richard Reed wouldn’t have given it to him, but would have sold it instead, which would definitely fetch a good price—there was no way he could let it fall into the hands of Henry Clark, that fool. If word got out, how could he keep his dignity?

Not even as good as a fool.

Henry Clark looked closely and discovered that the bead was actually made from bone. As for whether it was animal bone or human bone, he couldn’t tell. He immediately thought of fierce beasts, those creatures with strength comparable to martial artists; it seemed their bones were indeed useful.

He put on the chain. At first, there was no reaction, but as soon as he exerted a little force, one of the beads began to glow, and a mysterious power surged into his body, making his cells instantly brim with vitality and burst forth with tremendous strength.

Henry Clark’s current maximum strength was about 490 jin, but maximum strength didn’t mean every punch could reach that force. Yet after putting on this string of beads, Henry Clark found that every punch he threw could deliver at least 1,500 jin of force, and it didn’t even increase his stamina consumption.

A treasure indeed. Truly worthy of the name.

This string of beads should be the lowest grade of treasure; there must be higher-level ones that allow a person to strike with ten thousand jin, a hundred thousand jin, or even a terrifying million jin of force. But if an ordinary person were to strike with a million jin, they’d probably shatter themselves first.

—The body simply couldn’t withstand such immense power.

Unfortunately, this treasure had existed for too long. Every bone bead was covered in cracks, and it wouldn’t be long before it completely broke apart and lost its function.

“Hurry up and give it back!” Steven Reed shouted again.

“This isn’t bad. It can barely offset part of the interest.” Henry Clark had no intention of returning it. Ever since he entered Qianfeng Academy, how much money had these three squeezed out of him? How many times had they beaten him?

“Brother Ming.” Andrew Thompson and Franklin Ward stopped beating George Harris, who was now only able to groan, having lost all ability to fight. They were a bit incredulous—Steven Reed’s treasure had actually been snatched by a fool.

Stared at by these two with strange looks, Steven Reed felt his face burning hot, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

He could lose to anyone, but how could he lose to a fool?

“I was just careless, that’s how the fool managed to snatch the treasure from me,” he explained.

“We didn’t even ask,” Andrew Thompson muttered quietly.

“What did you say?” Steven Reed snapped in anger and embarrassment.

Andrew Thompson and Franklin Ward quickly shook their heads, and Franklin Ward even raised his hands to show his innocence.

“Hold down that fool for me, I’m going to beat him to death.” Steven Reed said viciously. Of course, he didn’t actually dare to beat him to death; he was just using this to show his dominance and to scare Henry Clark.

Andrew Thompson and Franklin Ward didn’t have brothers in the Tianyuan Institute, so naturally they followed Steven Reed’s lead and moved toward Henry Clark. He was just a fool—so what if he had gained great strength from the treasure? Did he even know how to use it?

Like a child wielding a sword, only able to hurt himself.

As the two approached, they both lunged, each grabbing for one of Henry Clark’s arms.

Slap! Slap!

Two crisp slaps rang out. Andrew Thompson and Franklin Ward spun around, and one side of their faces instantly swelled red.

How was this possible?

The three stared at Henry Clark in shock, even George Harris, groaning on the ground, stopped. A fool actually had such skill? How could he move so fast?

“Now it’s my turn.” Henry Clark smiled at the three and stepped forward.

“I don’t believe it!” Andrew Thompson shouted, leaping at Henry Clark again.

Bang—a heavy thud. He was kicked flying, his body slamming into the wall before bouncing back, his face shockingly pale. He’d taken a heavy kick to the chest, his bones felt broken, and he was so breathless he couldn’t even gasp for air.

Franklin Ward was so frightened he kept retreating, only stopping when he was behind Steven Reed, finally feeling a bit safer.

“Bastard!” Steven Reed immediately slapped him. Was this how a lackey should act? Even after slapping him, he still felt unsatisfied and kicked him as well, saying, “Come at him with me.”

“But this fool is too strange,” Franklin Ward said weakly.

“What are you afraid of? He’s just a fool. He only has this strength because the treasure was activated. Can’t you dodge him?” Steven Reed scolded.

Franklin Ward replied with an “oh,” but his expression clearly showed he didn’t believe it at all—Henry Clark’s current performance was nothing like a fool.

Henry Clark had already walked up.

“Attack him!” Steven Reed shouted. He was the high and mighty master, and Henry Clark was his plaything. He would never allow a reversal.

Franklin Ward gritted his teeth and charged forward, swinging his fists.

Henry Clark took a slight breath, entering the Gale Fist state.

Steven Reed and Franklin Ward suddenly felt dazed. The youth standing before them seemed to transform into a mighty, towering powerhouse, while they were nothing but insignificant lackeys, unworthy to be his opponents.

Henry Clark threw a punch.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind howled, thundering in their ears.